She is highly aggressive, forgoing any aoes aimed at her to instead focus on doing as much damage as possible. She will attack even if the tank hasn’t caught all the aggro yet, not caring that she’s being attacked.
She will always give her ‘dance partner’ to a dps, feeling more power will end the fight faster. When she’s not attacking, she will always do a dance to buff people, aiming to power everyone up as much as she can for a faster fight.
She will always save up the LB until it hits 3 bars, then she doesn’t care, she’ll use it wherever.
Battle Lines:
'I'm all set, just don't get in me way.' - Starting Attack Line
'Shoul'a known betta ta pick a fight wit me.' - Using a damaging cooldown
'Ya gotta be careful!' - Using a support cooldown
'Looks ta me like ya coul' use a lil' help, love.' - Assisting an Ally
Limit Break:
'Here I come!' - Using limit break 1
'Outta tha way if ya don't wanna get hurt!' ’ - Using limit break 2
'Ya were a fool ta un'aestamate me...' - Using limit break 3
KO’d:
'No... not like this....' - Variation 1
'It's time... ta see them again...' - Variation 2
Revived:
'Sorry, I got a lil' distracte'.' - Variation 1
'Oh, an' I was havin' a goo' dream ta, no matta.' - Variation 2
It was not unlike her to sometimes venture out into the woods near the Lavender Beds at times. Sometimes it was merely to take a walk, to catch a breath of fresh air, even times when she simply wished to be in her own thoughts. It was one such night for S’varis, though interestingly enough, the fact she had taken this leisurely walk at night was unusual for her.
Why has she taken to leaving at this time of night? Something was driving her. It had been so long, so very long. There was an ache she had to painfully let loose, something she had thought she had lost, all those years ago in the tragedy of her home and family. She walks quietly through the trees, ones that she was not familiar with, and yet she was.
It was home to her now, even if her true home was so far away, and yet so close. Once she had found a spot, away from prying eyes, and spun on her feet. Her eyes closed, her breath coming in timed measures. It had been so long.
Almost as if she was being guided on strings, her limbs began to move, with an untold grace to her sweeps. An arm raised there, a dip here and a twirl to finish. Rinse and repeat. For several moments, she did these same motions, letting them tug her body around the clearing. Soon, she took up new steps, once long forgotten.
It was the dance of her tribe, performed on a similar to this, the moon shining upon her silvery white hair, the stars gleaming overhead as if welcoming her performance. Her movements were slow, practiced and yet unsure. Almost as if she had feared she would miss a step, forget a position. But it was almost as if she had never stopped.
She could feel it, like it was yesterday, when her mother taught her this dance. The memories were clear, as if she could touch them now.
‘ Ya have grown so much, my lil’ Varrie, ya got an eagerness to ya, wit ya every step. ‘
She could feel the tears in her eyes, her steps growing faster, harder. She could feel the strength flowing through, her years of training with her fists. Even with the pain of remembering, the tears did not fall, did not slip from her eyes or flow down her cheeks. It was merely a stinging sensation, painful and yet a reminder. They were still with her. Even now.
‘ Love, look, her poise has not faltere’. ‘
Her mother’s voice echoed in her ears, even now.
‘ That’s my girl, always so passionate. Never lose that enthusiasm, promise me. ‘
Clear as day, her father’s words painfully reverberated with her soul. It hurt so much, and yet she couldn’t feel sadness. There was pain, yes, agonizing pain over the memory of her parents, who she knew were gone. And yet, she couldn’t feel sorrow.
Her dancing came to a graceful stop, slow and steady. She was panting, her eyes stinging, wanting to shed tears that never came. She looks up to the sky, to those beautiful stars that looked the same no matter where she went. The reminded her of home.
She had thought she had lost it, her ability to dance. She couldn’t help but smile, it was such a keen need, one of which she couldn’t deny. A painful craving, to perform, before people again, to show them the beauty of dance. She grinned, so widely, as she lets out a deep breath before letting her eyes drop to stare at the glassy clearing. “Still got it… ” She grips her little hand into a fist, “Just watch me… ”
